I woke up this morning with a thought buzzing around my head.
“Trying to recall a memory is like sorting through a button box” I thought.
So many candidates, but only one is fit for purpose – you merely have to find it.
But there are SO many buttons! And some are so distractingly interesting and gaudy that they can make one lose focus on the search in hand.
So I wrote a poem.
Perhaps it will help you to understand my muddled thinking.
My Brain is a Button Box
are like buttons
they fill our button box brains.
for the button
that holds the name, the place, the answer.
through the buttons
thousands. Some similar, but not quite the one we’re after.
by the buttons that remind us
of cherished memories of things long past.
by memories that all seem the same
shirt button memories, that must be closely examined to discern a difference.
that our button memories
are being stolen from us by an invisible thief.